My Life With Payne 2: The Fame Game

That Night Where Everything Changes

Sooo people, wanted to rant for a second... VAS HAPPENIN???? I'm a little hyper and currently listening to Ed Sheeran, who I absolutely looooove.  Might incorporate him into the story.  Having some of my fave stars making appearances soon.  Possibly (yess) Bieber, The Wanted and MY FAVORITE JOE BROOKS :)  DEDICATION TIME!!!!  So, this lovely chicka just started reading and is supppper amazayn cuz also she dedicated her story to me THANK YOU!!! and another thanks for reading/enjoying my story :)  Enough ranting.  Drama time!  Shizz bout to go down (after the interview) :P

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"We're gonna be late." Liam said as we parked and ran inside the building.  "It'll be alright." I said as he pressed the elevator button rapidly.  He was rocking back and forth on his heels.  "Relax." I told him as we stepped in the elevator.  "We're behind schedule." he pressed the floor button a million times before the elevator doors closed.  "Good thing I wore sneakers.  We did a lot of running today." I said.  "If you wore heels, you could've had my shoes." he said, looking down at his red high tops.  "Aren't those Nye's?" I asked.  He nodded.  "Now let's go." he pulled me out of the elevator.

"There you are!  The limo's coming in like twenty minutes!" Zayn was pacing back and forth when we entered the room.  "Sorry!  We'll be quick!" we sprinted down the hall to our room.  "What should I wear?" I asked as Liam headed straight for the bathroom to do his hair.  "Look in the bag under my side of the bed." he told me.  I got down on all four and saw a Jack Wills bag.  What else did he buy today?  I pulled it out and opened it.  The dress I wanted was sitting in it. 

"Thank you." I shouted.  "No problem.  You're worth it." he stuck his head out and smiled at me.  I took the dress from the bag and layed it on the bed.  It's gorgeous.  It's a thick tank top strap navy blue dress that falls just above the knee.  The back has criss-cross straps and a single button on the top.  The skirt was pleated and the dress itself had an hourglass shape to is so it came in at the waist.

Our bedroom door was closed and Liam had the bathroom door shut, doing his hair.  I didn't feel like going into the closet so I slipped the dress on in the middle of the room.  I literally had just finished slipping it on when Liam came out of the bathroom.  He always has perfect timing doesn't he?  "What are you doing?" he asked.  "I was putting on my dress, I thought you were in the bathroom." I said.  "Oh.  I'll just go back." he pointed towards the bathroom.  

"Actually, could you button the back please?" I turned around.  "Sure." I felt his fingers hit my back at he fumbled to do the button.  "There." he kissed the back of my head and returned to the bathroom.  "Hurry up!  The limo's here!  We're going down!" Zayn pounded on the door.  "We're coming!" I shouted, though I wasn't even close to ready.  I walked over to the mirror to start my hair and makeup.

I took my bangs and twirled them together and clipped them to the side of my head after making a few quick curls around my head.  My make-up had a natural look, browns and soft pinks.  I threw on some lip gloss, popping my lips.  I always do that for some reason.  I paired the dress with silver peep toe heels.  For finishing touches I added the usual jewelry.  My locket and charm bracelet.

"You ready to g- you look way to good to be mine." Liam said, coming from the bathroom.  "Yes.  Let's go.  By the way, you look to good to be mine." I said before exiting down to the parking lot.  "There you are!" Louis yelled as we climbed into the limo.  "Sorry about that." Liam said.  "Why were you so late?  Snogging session?" Harry asked cheekily.  "Not even close.  We got mobbed by fans for a a good hour." I explained.  "All that matters is that they're here now." Maddy said.  "You look really pretty Char." Kendall complimented me.  "Thanks.  You too." I said with a smile.  Both girls were in dresses also.  The guys were wearing their typical outfits.